Chapter 16: Cloud Shadow in November 1993
Cloud Shadow in November 1993
Before the end of the month, the villagers went to Luhe Village three times. The widow who always found fault with me these times followed. She returned with her own sackcloth and came back to me, for fear that I would not know that she was "prosperous". ”.
Whether it's the widow's new hat and the salt at home, or the new iron swords and pickaxes in the village, I don't feel envious. The jewels in their eyes are just rubbish of poor quality. Our county hardware store has tools that are ten times or a hundred times better than these things, but unfortunately I can't explain their origins, and I can't take out my tools.
The structure of my half-buried hut is now very stable, with a double-layered stone wall that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom to form a ring wall, filled with compacted soil in the middle, and a thick stone at the bottom. Top-notch results.
No one lives in a crypt in the village, because crypts or semi-crypt houses have to worry about humidity and cold, but I have the only "fireplace" in the village, but I don't have to worry about the licorice bed and wood "furniture" moldy, which is lit every day For a short while, the dry, warm glow of the fire will disperse all the supermarkets and make the whole cottage cosy.
As far as the matter is concerned, the hut is still a little small. Except for the straw bed where I sleep and the neatly stacked sambal, those simple wooden tools take up a lot of space in the hut. I've often wondered how much better it would have been if I had made the barn bigger when I expanded it, but that's all I can think of.
In order to maintain the current small roof, I have put a lot of thought into it. The thick branches and hay are basically tofu scum from the perspective of "defense". After the snow melts in winter or it gets wet in other seasons, it is even more heavy. Water leakage is light. Yes, I am not surprised by the collapse of the film.
If I remember correctly, the thatched roof above my head has been repaired seven or eight times since the beginning of spring. Not to mention the thatch, even the branches I used last year have been completely rotted. This repetitive and indispensable work has made me overwhelmed. its annoying.
I really wish I could get thick wood, as long as I have thick wood, I can use nails and hammer to hold it together securely, use thick wood to frame the frame, and then use medium-thick branches and plastic rope The conical roof is bundled into a hat shape, and then covered with a thick layer of plastic sheeting. Finally, it is pressed on top with a strip or sheet of stone like cultivating a forest, which can protect from wind and rain without leaking.
Sometimes I also think, maybe it's because the roof of my den has collapsed too many times, and the stupid appearance of scrambling out of the mess of decaying weeds in the heavy rain is so deep in their memory that they never have. I don't think there's anything good about my cabin, and I don't bother to spy on my secrets.
I don't have the ability to expand the hut this year, and maybe I won't have the strength next year. Like I said before, the hut is very stable. It will take a lot of time and effort to dismantle it. Can a project of that magnitude be completed in three or four months, and it's much more cost-effective to rebuild a more presentable house than to renovate a cottage.
The village is close to the river, surrounded by forests, and there is no shortage of stone and wood for the house.
......
In fact, something happened this month.
I accidentally bumped into it. That day I went to wash things by the river and saw the widow's daughter squatting by the river crying. I ignored her for a long time, but she was crying really sad, so I went to ask her What's up.
The widow's daughter said that she wanted to go to her mother, and that her brother was ill, had a bad fever, and couldn't get out of bed, she was scared.
I just noticed that it seems that I haven't seen the skinny boy who always follows his sister with a snot hanging in it for several days.
The widow went to Luhe Village with the villagers. According to her daughter's words, her son started coughing before she left, but she just asked her daughter to "take care of her brother" and left.
I really don't understand, her family has no extra ginseng potatoes, and her parents in Luhe Village looked down on her at all. Why did she run there over and over again.
I was angry at first because she left her sick six-year-old son to go out, and then I realized how stupid I was, there are no witch doctors in this village, people here only let the sick person rest in bed when they get sick, they don't know how to take care of them The patient, at the beginning of the year, a woman had a cut on her arm while picking berries in the woods. Due to the lack of effective cleaning, the wound became inflamed. The cut killed her in a month and a half. She had no children, and her husband cried. Out of breath.
Pushing open the door of the widow's house, the dark and damp house was filled with an unpleasant smell. I resisted the discomfort and touched the boy lying in the grass nest. He was talking nonsense in a drowsy state. I wanted to cough, but I didn't even have the strength to cough.
His sister just cried and wanted to feed his brother some ginseng and potato porridge, but the younger brother couldn't drink it.
How fragile life is, the boy in front of him can't wait, and I doubt whether he will survive tonight.
I really hate widows, and I made up my mind to ignore her son and daughter, but I still ran home and found the medicine hidden in the crevices of the stone, made the widow's daughter boil hot water, and gave her the best I could. The brother poured down.
I hadn't read the details of the widow's house before, so I almost vomited on the spot when I moved the widow's son.
The grass bunk he was in was so disgusting, most of it was rotten, and there were so many bugs hiding in it that it made me dizzy.
I knew it was better not to move when he was so sick, but I really couldn't watch him die in this cesspit-like place, so I picked up the stinky, scrawny child and went back to my shack.
The widow's daughter is only ten years old, and now she treats me as a life-saving straw, and she keeps weeping, but at least she can do what she can do according to my instructions.
I hoped that anti-inflammatories and antipyretics would work, but I didn’t dare to rely only on medicines. I took off my brand new underwear in tattered clothes and tore it as a towel. One part was soaked in water to apply to the widow’s son’s forehead, and the other part was He wiped himself.
The widow's daughter's eyes were so amazed when she saw my new clean underwear under my ragged clothes, in fact she was already very much when I fed her brother the little pellets wrapped in the translucent stuff she had never seen before. Confuse.
"I'm saving your brother, you can't tell anyone what you're seeing now," I warned her, clutching her arm tightly and staring at her through gritted teeth: "Anyone, including your mother, including your brother, you Do you understand?" The
widow's daughter was hurt by my scratching, she panicked and expressed her understanding, she would never tell anyone.
When she released her hand, there were red marks on her arms.
The warm light of the fire reflected on my dry firewood bunk and the boy lying on it, the widow's son frowning in pain, like in a nightmare, I couldn't watch him die in front of me, I spent so much Da Jin can't work in vain.
I rinsed the milk powder with hot water for him to drink. After the milk powder melted, the mellow taste made the widow's daughter swallow her saliva. taste" etc.
The powdered milk was so sweet that even a half-conscious child could drink it one by one.
After taking the medicine and drinking the milk, the widow's son's frown slightly relaxed, and it didn't take long for him to start sweating.
I asked his sister to continue wiping him with a cloth dipped in warm water, keeping an eye on his condition at all times.
I was so tired that I kept busy until the widow's son's body temperature dropped in the middle of the night. I fed him milk powder and biscuits and took some medicine. He slept soundly, but he didn't seem to be in serious trouble.
I am very worried that the continuous high temperature will sometimes burn people stupid, deaf, blind or directly demented. The widow's son has nothing to do with me, but I am very worried that he will leave sequelae.
The widow's daughter fell asleep beside her brother. She drank a bowl of milk powder and ate two biscuits before going to bed. I told her not to say anything, but I could tell from her bright eyes that it was probably her One of the tastiest things I've ever eaten in my life.
When I woke up the next morning, the widow's daughter was already cooking breakfast on my fireplace. She was not very good at cooking. The ginseng and potato porridge was about the same as pig food, and the appearance and taste were extremely poor, even though I had I am used to the food here, but I still frowned and finished eating with a pinch of salt.
The widow's daughter ate very seriously. In the morning, she looked enviously at me making milk powder and biscuits for her dazed brother. Her eyes were almost crazy, and her saliva was dripping down the corner of her mouth.
"Your brother should be fine, just sleep more and wake up." I told her after dinner.
"Well." The widow's daughter nodded obediently.
This time, she has seen too many secrets of me, which are beyond the limit of her imagination, and I have repeatedly warned her to keep it strictly confidential, so now she dare not look me in the eyes.
Her brother is really fine. After taking a meal of antipyretics and four consecutive doses of anti-inflammatory drugs, the fever has completely subsided, and even the cough has improved a lot, his breathing is stable, and he seems to be in good condition.
When he woke up in the morning and fed him, he was still confused, but he could feel it was just sleepy, his hearing and vision seemed to be fine, and his brain was probably not burned out, thank God.
According to my estimation, the widow will come back with the rest of the village at most in the evening, and although I think it would be better for him to recover by keeping her son with me, I have to send him home in order not to cause trouble.
I couldn't stand the disgusting grass shop at the widow's house, so at noon, my daughter and I collected a lot of dry grass in the village to replace the disgusting grass shop at her house, and by the way, I also did the following. remove.
By the time I and the widow's daughter returned to the hut out of breath, the widow's son had woken up and was in a daze.
In the firelight, the bony, white-lipped guy looked at me and his sister with wide eyes, a hint of shyness.
He is much better now. He even ran out to the toilet by himself just now. He is still a little sore, and his head is a little dizzy, but everything else is fine.
He was sluggish, and he was swaying and fluttering when he walked. On the way I took him home, he hugged my neck tightly and didn't say a word until I put him on the grass, and he reluctantly let go. Wipe the corners of your eyes.
"Don't cry, have a good rest, and come to see me with your sister tomorrow." I patted his head.
This is the first time I patted his head. I also washed his hair when I scrubbed his body yesterday. Although I didn't use soap for other people's findings, at least it wasn't as greasy and dirty as before, and it was even a little soft.
"Yeah." He replied obediently, meowing like a cat.
The widow's daughter stopped me when I was seeing me out, and she squatted down on her knees awkwardly, grabbed my feet when I wondered what she was going to do, and put my head on it.
"What are you doing?" I was startled and hurried back.
The widow's daughter was surprised that I broke free from her hand. She knelt down and said that this was the way her mother's village thanked her benefactor, knelt down and kissed each other's feet, and wanted to bow her head.
I was horrified, I quickly got up to help her, and told her that I didn't need such a thank you, she just needed to take good care of her brother.
The widow's daughter was very sad. After being rejected by me, tears flowed out, and she lowered her head and cried sadly.
I was at a loss, but I didn't know how to comfort her, so I had to run away in a hurry.
When I got home, I lay in my grass bunk for a long time.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right or not. I exposed my biggest secret. If someone else finds out, I might not even be able to save my life, but I can't bear the death of my widow's son in front of my eyes. I'm very conflicted , it stands to reason that they don't count as any of my people, and the friendship is very shallow, but I just can't pretend not to know.
But it's really good that others are fine, and the big stone in my heart fell to the ground.
The widow's daughter is a trustworthy person. After her mother came back, she didn't say a word about her brother's illness, let alone a word about me. Even the widow showed off her "baby" in front of me from Luhe Village. Sometimes he just looked at me secretly and apologetically, and didn't say anything he shouldn't have said.
The child recovers quickly. The widow's son visited me several times in the next few days to give him milk powder to enhance his nutrition. After a week, he was alive and kicking. Thanks to him, and to reward his sister for being tight-lipped, he My sister also drank sweet milk powder a few times.
The widow's son is still shy now, but he will no longer have a dirty face and a snot hanging on his nose. He knows that I hate the appearance of his snot hanging. He is most afraid of me saying he is not good.
What about widows? She only knew that her son ate something on my side, but she didn't know what she ate. She just felt that she had taken advantage of it and was complacent. She felt that I was "giving in", even when I met her, I was still scolding I don't care if I scold.
At the end of the month, I passed through Shimen and came home. I held Huang Chengcheng's coin and didn't sleep well all night.
The next morning I took leave and didn't go to school. Whether the coins are gold or not will affect my future life and even my destiny. At this juncture, I have no intention of going to school at all.
When I went out, I called my dad. My dad didn't know where I got this flat, low-quality oval metal block, but when I heard that it might be gold, I was as uneasy as I was, and stayed with me. Go to the gold shop to verify.
The owner of the gold shop is a thin old man in his sixties. He wears a pair of reading glasses and looks very shrewd. After taking the coin and weighing it in his hand for a few times, his eyes light up: "Gold."
Not only him, I and I My dad also stood up straight in an instant, even forgetting to breathe.
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